Every second we end up making decisions about every little thing, we don't even realize the number of decisions we take in a minute. For instance i just took a decision to write about questions and i decided to start it with decisions and i decided to type it now but format it later however, correct my spellos in process. phew!! that's enough decisions for 1 minute don't u think?
Every decision however is based on the fact that there is a choice and hence a question. Questions are the bane of my existence I am somehow forever stuck answering people all around. Be it giving reasons, justifying myself or explaining things, been there and done it all. Sometimes people call me an insufferable know it all but i can't help but answer if i know, or question if i don't...
Questions are a funny thing, they can put you at peace if answered satisfactorily, they can raise doubts if answered with assumptions, they can be a cause of great worry if not answered and they can cause anger or disappointment if met with ignorance. A fantastic gamete of emotions for something we have been doing subconsciously since or birth.
It still however isn't the answer that matters, but the question. It is always what the question is? Why it even arose? how could it have been avoided? why wasn't it answered before it as asked? what led to the thought that gave birth to this question?
Every question leads to another question and son on and so forth... so does every lie... so does that make a question a lie? Then what does this equation make answers? Do answers even matter? Just in the same manner that a truth told after several lies doesn't...
Then what is point of all the questions we ask each day? What do we achieve? Answers? direction? the truth? a higher sense of being? Or is it just a petite human reason like personal satisfaction...
Go figure...
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Carivoyance
Carivoyance
